Page 23 of Objection
-Are you available for a scene at 1pm?- S.
-Yes, Sir.- L.
-Perfect. 1pm. Impact scene. Two hours plus aftercare.- S.
I instantly felt calmer. I would finish the gardening and then clean up. Ms. Adams would head out, giving me just enough time to set up before Lynn arrived. Then plenty of time to ease the tension I was feeling before Ms. Adams returned. Yes, that would help.
I made quick work of the gardening and took a long shower. I would like to say that it was Lynn’s face I pictured as I took my hard length in my hand and came underneath the steaming hot spray, but that would be a lie. No, it was not her face at all. Or her body. It was a softer body, a curvier, delicious body that seemed to be on my mind more than I was comfortable with. But that didn’t matter; a good scene would help with that.
I didn’t need Ms. Adams. I needed a good submissive. I needed a woman who would obey.
The knock on the door came exactly on time, and exactly thirty minutes after Ms. Adams had departed. Good, punctuality was a perfect way to start this.
I opened the door, showing Lynn in. I pointed with one hand towards the back staircase leading to the basement. She knew where to go. She knew what to do.
“Fifteen minutes, doll.” I tidied up the living room and made sure the alarms were all set. It wouldn’t do us any good to have Ms. Adams arrive back early and go searching for the source of moans and screams.
The scene had started off well enough. Perfect rituals, perfect obedience, no issues whatsoever. Lynn had been a perfect submissive and was pleased as pie, looking up at me from the bathtub as I finished her aftercare.
“How are you feeling?” I asked her sincerely. I never wanted a submissive to leave my care feeling unfulfilled or unhappy.
“Wonderful, Sir,” she whispered with a smile on her face. The scene had been a good one. Yet, I still wasn’t feeling it. Now, it wasn’t as though I didn’t want to do a scene with her. There were no reasons for me to call it. But something felt off. Something… I didn’t know what.
The thought still plagued me as we finished.
“You’ve pleased me very much, doll,” I reassured, helping Lynn gather her things. It was true, she had done very well. The smile she gave me as she looked up into my eyes showed me that I had pleased her as well. I just wish I knew why that scene hadn’t fulfilled me.
After she had left, I glanced at the clock. Ms. Adams would likely be a little while still, giving me plenty of time to clean up the playroom and to wash up before dinner. I was a sweaty mess, and that was no way to attend a dinner table.
Before I could think twice about it, I dialed Samantha’s number.
“Sam’s House of Pain and Suffering, how may I torture you today?” she called whimsically from the other end of the line.
“You’re ridiculous, in case no one has mentioned it today,” I chastised playfully.
“How is my lovely Ren today?”
“I don’t know,” I sighed heavily into the phone.
“Tell me all about it,” she offered, and I did. I told her exactly what had happened. Every last detail.
“So, you had a good, solid scene with a submissive who you’ve played with for over a year, and you were completely safe. She left happy and fulfilled,” she restated when I had finished.
“Yes, but I feel… I don’t know!” I huffed out in exasperation.
“You are unfulfilled,” she laughed.
“Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny,” I scowled.
“Yes, it is. It’s hilarious. You’re unfulfilled because you were beating the wrong girl,” she cackled.
“Excuse me?!” I exclaimed.
“You know what I mean! You were playing with the wrong woman. You shouldn’t have had that submissive beneath you. You wanted Ms. Adams under your hands and at your command.” The way she said ‘Ms. Adams’ in a little sing-song voice had me rolling my eyes. But in the next breath, I envisioned her exactly there, kneeling at my feet. My body tensed almost to the point of pain with the effort it took to not physically go after her and bring her to her knees.
“Ren?” Samantha asked in my silence.
“Sorry, uh…” I trailed off dumbly.
